Hey there. This is just something else to be writing. Another poem fic.
What is my accursed destiny?
Why do I suffer this fate of all
Living dead. My love has been
Taken by my copy. My life taken
By my enemy. What is left for
Me?I'll tell you what. Nothing.
Because the living dead have nothing.
Our heart's bitter and full of grief and
Regret. They think we cant feel their emotions
But we can. We have hearts. They are hateful, remorseful, and even bitter. But nontheless we have
Hearts.
Remember that.
Yeah, Yeah, I know it sucks badly. It's not my best. Just another writer's block thing.
